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...blood-stain'd snow, And darker yet shall bo the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon lurid sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich,...

...dreadful revelry. 4 Then shook the hills with thunder riven, Then rushed the steeds to battle driven, And louder than the bolts of Heaven, Far flashed the red artillery. 5 And redder yet those fires shall glow, On Linden's hills of bloodstained snow ; And darker yet shall...

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...riven; Then rush'd the steed, to battle driven ; And, louder than the bolts of Heaven, Far flash-d the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall...stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Jser rolling rapidly. The combat deepens ! On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave ; Wave, Munich,...

...louder than the bolts of heaven, Far flash'd the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow,On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tie morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce tho war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and...

...And louder than the bolts of heaven, Far flashed the red artillery. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon lurid sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout mid their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave,...

...stained snow, And darker yet shall be the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. "Tis morn, but scarce yon lurid sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout mid their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave,...

...thunder riven, Then rush'd the steed to battle driven, And louder than the bolts of heaven, Far flash 1 1 the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow, On Linden's hilfo of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of leer, rolling rapidly. 'T is mom, but scarce...

...louder than the bolts of heaven, Far flash'd the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall grow, On Linden's hills of stained snow ; And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser rolling rapidly. The combat deepens, on ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave ! Wave, Munich, all thy banners wave!...